He hit the ground hard, rolled, and snarled.
Now.
He roared. His chains lifted on their own, alive with magic. They shot in every direction, forming a spinning wall of silver. The Hollow General charged again. The chains wrapped around its limbs, mid-strike, and pulled.
Borun pulled too.
The glaive fell. The Hollow General twisted. Then Borun surged forward, shoulder slamming into its chest. Crystal cracked. The mist inside flickered.
A second later, the Titan stomped.
Borun was ready. He flipped back, letting the Titan's hammer crash down on the stunned General.
The crystal-armored Vestige shattered beneath the weight. Mist burst like a dying flame.
One down.
Borun didn't slow.
He leapt straight at the Relic, chains whipping ahead of him. They wrapped around the giant's wrist, twisting the hammer away. With both arms wrapped in silver light, Borun climbed the Titan again.
Up the arm. Across the shoulder. Onto the head.
